A Nasty Valentine

Randall was never a popular kid at school. He was geeky, overweight and was a bit of a loner. No girl would give him the time of day. No one except his favourite teacher Ms. Nice. She was always so kind to him and treated him with respect something even most of the other faculty didn’t do. He in turn was a big teachers pet. He would sit up front, would stay late to help her clean up and would always hand in his homework early.

This of course just made him a bigger target for bullies but he didn’t care. He was smitten with Ms. Nice and he was convinced she liked him. She would drop hints like saying “Oh Randall why couldn’t you of been around when I was your age? I might of not fallen for every bad boy that came by if I had you back then.”

It was statements like this that gave him his genius idea in the first place. Due to being forever ostracized at school Randall had dedicated himself to his studies and had become a brilliant amateur chemist. He had come up with a myriad of formulas that would one day make him a fortune but for now he had one special dose that would give him what he truly desired.

He had been waiting for the perfect day to enact his plan and thought there was no better time than Valentines Day. He waited until after class when everyone left to go up to Ms. Nice and presented her with a special box of chocolates.

“Thank you some much Randall you shouldn’t have. You’re such a thoughtful boy. You’ll make a girl you’re age very happy one day.” She said picking a chocolate at random and eating it in one go.

“Well I’m hoping that day is today.” He said which made Ms. Nice puzzles for a moment before she felt an unusual rumble in her stomach.

“Oh Randall I’m feeling a little hot under the collar all of a sudden, can you open the windows?” She said but Randall remained in place as he watched his teacher take off her jacket. Randall could see the changes slowly creep across Ms. Nice’s body. Her wrinkles began to smooth out and disappear. Her damaged dyed red hair began to repair itself and return to its original hazelnut colour. Ms. Nice was still unsure what was happening.

“Oh god what’s happening to me? Why do I feel my body tightening up? Why does it feel so good?” She said letting her hands roam her body forgetting Randall was even there or simply not caring. Years of sagging skin became tight all over her body but none more evident than with her boobs which in an instant perked up as if suddenly inflated.

“I did this, or rather the chocolates are doing this. They are turning the clock back on your body.” Randall said finding himself unable to tear his eyes away from the changes he was seeing. It was working even better than he expected. Somehow his concoction was even turning back time on her clothes, making her stuffy formal suit into a rather slutty version of their school’s uniform.

“You did this? Wh-why would yooooou… oh god this feels amazing I don’t want it to stop!” She moaned as the changes reached their peak internally as well as externally. Her pussy suddenly felt fresh and new enough to give her a miniature orgasm that signalled the last of the changes had finished. She let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as she caught her breath. Randall could see in her eyes that a spark that had been heated down over the years had suddenly been lit aflame once again.

“Wow I can’t believe this, I look just like I did when I was 18. I look so young and sexy again. Why did you do this?” She said taking a moment from admiring her youthful body to address Randall.

“I did this for you, for us. You always said that you wished someone like me was around when you were young so I did just that, made you young again.” Randall said full of excitement and hormones at seeing how hot his future girlfriend was.

Before Ms. Nice could answer though Randall’s bully James burst in. James was all muscle and all menace and routinely bullied anyone he could in the school. Ms. Nice herself in the past would reprimanded him for being a thug but as she looked upon his sudden explosion into the room something repressed in her was awakening.

“Hey loser I’ve been looking for you. Give me those answers for science class or I’ll…” James said trailing off noticing Ms. Nice also in the room. He took her in head to toe as if he was evaluating a meal. For her part Ms. Nice instinctively did as she always had with men who checked her out and but her lip.

“This loser bothering you babe?” James said with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed Randall.

“Well actually she-“ Randall began before being cut off by Ms. Nice.

“Yeah actually, this creep said he said he was going to make you shit your pants with these chocolates and he was going to do it for me to prove his love. I don’t even know him.” She said with a matching look of disgust for Randall who looked immediately taken aback by her. Before he could say anything he recieved a swift kick to the stomach by James and feel to his knees.

Instantly Ms. Nice felt all her teenage desires and emotions return to her. She felt herself undeniably being turned on by the bad boy James and loving the pain he inflicted on Randall. It was this obsession with bullies that earned her the nickname Miss Nasty, a name she was only to proud to adopt.

“Oh fuck yeah beat him up baby, make him pay and I’ll reward you.” She said cosying up to James and squeezing his dick over his pants. He obliged by giving Randall another swift kick.

“Mmmm again.” Miss Nasty purred in James’ ear. She was delighted to feel his dick stiffen when she did. As he kicked Randall again she began to moan.

“You’re a bit of a kinky bitch aren’t you? I like that.” He said grabbing her tight into a deep kiss which made her horn ire than she had been in years. She needed release.

“Quick feed him the chocolates and kick him out of here. I want you to fuck me on the teacher’s table.” She said handing James the chocolates and pushing everything on the table off so she could get on.

Taking a handful of chocolates in his hand he shoved them into Randall’s face and made him chew until he swallowed. Once satisfied he threw Randall into the hall and locked the door.

“Oh fuck I love what a bad bastard you are and you’ve made me remember what a mean bitch I used to be. God it feels so good to be nasty again.” She moaned kneeling on the desk that was once hers and ripping off her clothes, letting James attack her with a youthful vigor she had missed.

Hours later when they would emerge from their lust filled location neither would notice the sticky residue on the floor outside the room, the remaining evidence of Randall’s sudden age regression.

Model: Capri Cavanni